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Shit, shit, shit.
For the millionth time that hour, Idia turned her room upside down in search of her tablet. Somehow, she had misplaced it, and it just so happened that the last app she had opened was her digital diary.
What she was last writing, she swore to Hades to never divulge anywhere but in said app.
With a groan, she dragged her hands down her face, collapsing onto her bed and curling up into a ball. If it wasn’t in her room, it could be anywhere on campus, which meant it could fall into anyone’s hands.
“Idia, try to calm down,” Ortho said in a not-at-all-soothing manner, hovering in front of her. “Even if someone does have it, they’ll never be able to guess the password!”
Idia rapidly shook her head. “No, Ortho, that’s the thing! I had to disable the 2FA for the update running in the bg and was supposed to set a new password when it finished, but it was still running when I lost it, so it’s passwordless!”
“Oh…”
Idia let out a wail of grief, flipping over onto her stomach and screaming into her pillow. “Why did I lose it today, of all days? I didn’t get to re-enable the tracker, either! This is actually the worst timeline ever!”
“I’m sure whoever finds it will be kind enough to return it to you without looking through it,” Ortho reassured her, but they both knew it was empty comfort. In fact, knowing the general student body at Night Raven College, whoever found it would not hesitate to snoop through and see what contents Idia had hidden on her tablet. “Besides, you don’t have anything that bad on there, do you?”
Maybe Ortho was right, Idia poorly tried to gaslight herself. Aside from the classified S.T.Y.X. information that could be destructive to their family’s reputation if made public, all she had was her bookmarked hentai, screenshots from special otome VN scenes, her cringy fanfiction…
…And her digital diary, chock-full of horny thoughts.
Her blood ran cold. There were only two girls she primarily thirsted over (i.e. crushed on), but what if one of them found it? What if they thought she was a sick pervert and started spreading rumors about her, murdering any shred of dignity her already socially outcast self had left? What if they shared it with their friends and they all bullied her out of school, forcing her to retreat to the Isle of Woe for eternity to never come out again, not even for work-related purposes because the humiliation was too great and would haunt her for the rest of her days?
“I’m so over,” she sobbed into her pillow, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “How do I reset IRL?”
Before Ortho could attempt to cheer her older sister up again, her phone pinged, and she quickly grabbed the device to see who could be messaging her at such a critical time. It was an unknown number, and her heart stopped when she opened it to reveal a picture of none other than both of her crushes, the very ones she feared finding the device, posing with her tablet. Leona was dressed in her school uniform, the photo taken from a high angle allowing Idia to see her cleavage peeking through the cut of her shirt before being covered by the tablet. Her expression was blank, though her tongue was sticking out in an almost playful manner. Cater, on the other hand, was making a kissy face, one arm around Leona’s shoulders and the other holding the phone that was taking the picture.
Another text pinged, and Idia had to read it at least five times to fully process the two simple words.
❓: come over
If Leona was anything, she was observant.
So during flight lessons, when she was 100 feet in the air, she noticed the glint of something metal left abandoned in the grass and descended to see what it was.
Leona’s lips curled into a grin at the sight of a familiar ferryman logo engraved on the metal. She turned it around and tapped the screen—the lock screen wallpaper was a default, showing the current phase the moon was in—and, to her great surprise, it unlocked when she swiped upward. Radish Sprout, the pinnacle of technology, didn’t have a password on her tablet? Maybe it wasn’t hers, after all.
Her doubts instantly banished that thought because there was no other person on this campus Leona could think of that would have a sexy anime girl as their home screen.
“Kingscholar!” A booming voice shouted, and she quickly powered off the tablet as Vargas approached her. “What’s that?”
“Shroud’s tablet, from the looks of it.” A brilliant idea entered her mind, and she turned to her professor. “She’s probably freaking out without it. Why don’t I go give it back to her?”
Vargas hummed thoughtfully for a moment, dubious about Leona’s intentions, but nodded. “Be quick; you’ll want to be back before we start relay races!”
“Got it, teach,” Leona called over her shoulder, slowing to a leisurely pace the moment she was out of sight. She slipped into the locker room to change back into her regular school uniform, then casually made her way back to her dorm, tablet under her arm all the while.
Right before she could go through the mirror to Savanaclaw, however, a familiar annoying ginger exited the mirror from Heartslabyul next to her, smiling as they made eye contact. “Hey, Leona! What’s up?”
“Skipping,” she answered flatly, sticking her leg through the mirror.
Cater’s gaze drifted to the tablet under her arm, eyes narrowing. “Wait, isn’t that Idia’s?”
Leona pulled her leg out of the mirror, turning her body to slightly face Cater and glare intimidatingly. “Yeah. There a problem?”
“No prob!” Cater squeaked out, though her eyes were locked on the device. After a second, she added, “Doesn’t look like you’re giving it back to her…”
“I will,” Leona responded. “Eventually. There’s no password, though, so figured I might as well check it out and see if there’s anything interesting in here. Teach her a lesson for leaving something this valuable lying around.”
Cater twirled a strand of hair around her finger, eyes flickering between the tablet and Leona’s face as though mentally deciding something before smiling in a way that did not align with her bright, friendly persona. “Mind if I come with?”
Though Leona’s first instinct was to reject her, she thought about Idia squirming in shame, knowing that not just one but two of her peers looked through her tablet into the deepest recesses of her soul.
With a smirk, she answered, “Be my guest,” before jumping into the mirror.
Cater entered the portal right after her, and Leona guided her to her room. Making herself comfortable, she laid back in her bed before unlocking the tablet once more, beckoning Cater closer with a finger. She awkwardly perched herself on the edge of Leona’s bed.
“Let’s see what Radish Sprout’s been lookin’ at,” she said as she proceeded to view her recently opened tabs. The most recent one was an app Leona didn’t recognize, but it looked like some sort of writing app based on the amount of words she could see in the app preview.
crewel called me out in front of EVERYONE today 4 zoning out during lecture then made me show her my notes which was SUPER AWK bc it was mostly doodles and she scolded me abt it IN FRONT OF EVERYONE this is why i dont go in person wth how do i get THIS MANY bad outcomes my luck cannot be this bad. and cater kept trying 2 talk 2 me like stfu idc what u have to say u keep yapping in my ears like someones listening.
“WTF!” Cater gasped, pressing a hand to her chest dramatically as Leona snorted. As they read on, however, both of them fell into stunned silence.
its fine tho its ez 2 ignore how much she talks if u focus on her. she always wears this perfume that reminds me of the hard candy mom and dad used to bring us back from business trips when we were younger and her hair looks super soft and her lips. her fucking lips jkgfmfgjgh i hope the gloss she wears is transferable i want her to kiss my neck and leave behind a print thats SO hot her tiny fangs are super sexy too.. but obv if were gonna talk abt fangs leonas no. 1 like actually step on me degrade me grrrRRRBARK BARK MUSCLES okay im getting firsthand embarrassment dial it back me. tbh i need both of them 2 tag team me b4 i die im so gay omh. ok thats actually enough time to project my whoreness onto a fanfic.
They both slowly looked up from the tablet at each other expressionlessly, as though trying to gauge what the other’s reaction was before revealing their own.
Cater was the first to crack, laughing awkwardly. “What are the chances it's the two of us that find it, of all people? LOL! It’s like it's a sign, or SMTH…”
“A sign,” Leona echoed, quirking a brow. “A sign to tag team Radish Sprout?”
Cheeks reddening, Cater vehemently tried denying it, voice escalating in pitch. “Nonono, I didn’t mean that, I just—”
“—So you don’t wanna tag team Radish Sprout?”
She paused, eyes widening slightly at her tone. “Wait, do you wanna?”
Leona simply shrugged. “I asked you first.”
Cater brought a finger to twirl one of her shorter strands. “I mean, if you’re down, I’m not, like, against the idea…” Her eyes diverted before landing on the other girl, whose lips had curled into a smirk.
“It’d be fun to see Radish Sprout squirm,” Leona grinned, pulling out her phone and tossing it to Cater. “Take a pic and tell her to get her ass over here.”
Idia stood outside Leona’s dorm room, trembling as she raised her knuckles to rap on the door. She heard a faint click, and she slowly turned the doorknob, pushing the door open.
“Holy shit.”
Slamming the door behind her and triple-checking that she locked it, Idia gaped at the sight of Cater and Leona making out on the bed, paying no mind to her arrival. Despite Cater being on top, it looked as though Leona was in charge, one hand firmly on her waist and the other tangled in her hair, mashing their faces closer together. Leona was still fully dressed, but Cater’s shirt and blazer were strewn on the floor with all the other clothes Ruggie hadn’t tidied up yet.
A popping sound could be heard when their lips detached from each other, and Leona sat up, hand remaining on Cater’s waist and holding her close. She peppered a few kisses on the Heartslabyul student’s neck before turning to Idia, raising an eyebrow.
“Ya just gonna stand there, Radish Sprout? You’re the one that’s been dreamin’ about this,” Leona teased, and Idia knew the tips of her hair were flickering pink at the provocation. “Take off your jacket and get over here.”
With shaky hands, Idia obeyed, leaving her in her oversized Precipice Moirai t-shirt. Her body moved on its own, not giving her even a second to question the situation, a pliant victim to Leona’s alluring command. She hugged her arms over her chest as she approached the two, already feeling exposed with her bony arms on display.
She was given no more time to wallow in her insecurity as Leona shifted to the side and tugged her by her arm onto the bed. They shuffled around until Cater was on one side of Idia and Leona on the other. Leona rolled her eyes as Cater held her phone up, using it as a mirror to apply the shiny lip gloss that Idia had fantasized about earlier.
Cater popped her lips together as she placed the tube of gloss down on Leona’s table. “C’mon, don’t you think it’d be cute to reenact the stuff she wrote?” Punctuating her point, she moved to Idia’s neck, pressing a long kiss to it that left a sparkly print of her lips when she pulled away.
Idia whimpered, covering her face with her hands. How did she get here? Was this a prank? What was going on? Cater giggled, pressing another kiss to the sensitive area, and Idia’s breath hitched as her fangs pressed down slightly on the artery.
“Good plan,” Leona agreed, grabbing Idia’s tablet and opening the app she was looking for before handing it to the shaking girl. “Found this while we were waiting for you. Why don’tcha read what it says?”
Out of the corner of her eyes, Idia saw her hair flickering a deep amaranth shade. If the entirety of her hair were this color, she wouldn’t be surprised; she had never been so humiliated yet turned on before. The app Leona had opened was where she stored all of her fanfiction, which included multiple she wrote of being fucked by Leona, Cater, and both of them at once.
“W-Wait,” she stammered, and both of them stared down at her expectantly. “I’m… c-con-confused.”
“About what?” Leona tilted her chin up, staring down at her half-liddedly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I-I-I mean yes, b-but I never—I never thought it would actually happen!”
“Guess you’re one lucky motherfucker, then,” Leona said, and Cater let out a snicker.
“Yeah,” the ginger agreed, thumb stroking Idia’s sharp cheekbone. “Lucky you’re pretty in, like, a gaunt skeleton sort of way?”
“Like a zombie,” Leona agreed, leaning to the untouched side of Idia’s neck and nipping at it lightly.
“A-Are you guys e-e-even complimenting me..?” Idia whispered, arms curled defensively over her tablet.
Leona moved upward, lips hovering above hers, breath ghosting over her and making a shiver run through her body. “Consider us fucking you compliment enough.” She took the hem of Idia’s shirt in her hands, and Idia placed the tablet down on the mattress, allowing her to drag it off her.
“Yeah,” Cater added, tone spiteful as her hands went to Idia’s uniform pants. “Especially after you complained about me talking! I just wanted to be nice ‘cause no one ever talks to you.” She yanked her pants off and tossed them behind her, and an embarrassing squeak escaped Idia as her face moved between her legs.
“Something tells me she likes action better than talking.” Leona drew her lips closer, yet refused to make contact. “But I’m getting a kick out of humiliating you, so get to reading, or I’ll stop.”
With a flick of Leona’s wrist, the tablet floated next to Idia’s head, and she swallowed hard at what it was open to. “N-No.” There was no shot she would ever allow the words she had written there to escape her lips.
“No?” Leona leaned back, and though she couldn’t see Cater, she could feel her fingers drumming on her thigh, refusing to touch her where she was most sensitive. “Then we stop.”
Idia whimpered, face flushing harder as both girls laughed—it felt like bullying but in a super sexy way. She chewed her bottom lip, only growing more flustered as she read the text. This was never meant to be seen by anyone but her. She would take her tablet, drop out of Night Raven College, and hide in her room for eternity.
But… the golden opportunity to enact her most depraved fantasies was right in front of her. Was she really going to pass it up?
“Huh? What was that, Radish Sprout?” Leona asked, smirk widening as Idia’s lips moved, producing hardly intelligible sound.
“Speak up, Ids,” Cater called, head still positioned between her legs. “Can’t hear you from over here!”
“‘L-L-Leona... k-kisses me... as C-Cater... e-eats me out...’” she spoke, voice a ghost of a whisper. Bashfulness overtook her as she covered her face with her hands, letting out a mortified whine.
Leona shrugged, and if Idia had been looking, she would have seen the slight smile the beastwoman was giving her. “Good enough for me.” At long last, her lips made ravenous contact with Idia’s. At the same time, Cater’s tongue ran over the fabric of her underwear, forcing a squeal out of her.
Idia squeezed her eyes shut as Leona’s tongue stroked along hers, the rough texture feeling more heavenly than she ever could have imagined as it explored every crevice of her mouth, ran over every jagged edge of her teeth. Coupled with Cater mouthing at her below, Idia’s every nerve was set on fire.
She gasped into Leona’s mouth as she felt Cater take her underwear in her teeth, pull it back, and then release it, snapping at her skin. “You’re so wet,” Cater hummed, tugging her underwear down and adding it to the ever-growing pile of discarded clothes. “OMG, you have fire pubes!”
Leona detached from Idia’s mouth to raise a brow at Cater. “What were you expecting?”
“I dunno,” she shrugged, pressing her lips forward to kiss Idia’s vulva. “This feels so weird. In a hot way, though! Hey, that’s kind of a pun—”
“Radish Sprout was right, you’re prettier when you shut the fuck up,” Leona said, unclasping Idia’s bra and immediately taking her nipple into her mouth. Idia was unable to hold back a mewl as she tugged it lightly in her teeth, especially while Cater’s tongue lightly began prodding her, licking around her folds and venturing within them.
Leona’s other hand came up to flick her other nipple, and Idia let out a sharp cry as Cater harshly sucked her clit without warning. Her tongue darted out to tease it, alternating between thrusting into her and running over her clit.
“Hey, Radish Sprout. Read the next line.”
Idia was near hyperventilating, equal parts arousal and mortification. Yet, she obediently read, “'Leona u-u-uses me h-however she wants to, um, m-make her...'"
“Make me what?” Leona moved her mouth to tease Idia’s other nipple.
“I’m noticing a lot of Leona in this one and not a lot of me,” Cater commented before returning to ravenously devouring Idia, forcing more squeaks and whimpers out of her.
“That’s ‘cause I’m hotter, and Radish Sprout knows it.” She dragged her fangs over Idia’s nipple, replacing her tongue, and Idia swore in a high-pitched voice. “Anyway, I use you to make me what?”
“C-C-Come—EEK!”
Leona tucked her skirt into its waistband and pulled down her underwear beneath it, taking Idia’s hand and guiding it to press between her folds. She had repositioned to straddle Idia’s midsection. At Idia’s apprehensive expression, Leona let out a chuckle. “What, you nervous?”
“N-No…” Idia lied, voice cracking as Cater’s thumb pressed her clit, tongue pressing further into her. Another involuntary gasp escaped her as she pressed a finger against Leona’s entrance, feeling heat throb inside of herself at the sensation. “H-H-Holy fuck, you’re wet…”
Leona let out a scoff, holding Idia’s hand firm as she guided two fingers inside. “You’re not the only one enjoying this.”
“Um, hello?” Cater spoke, sitting up from between Idia’s legs. “I’m here too! And also very wet!”
“Go sit on her face or something, then,” Leona said, breath stuttering as Idia gained confidence, thrusting her fingers deeper with every push. Her heart felt like it was going to explode; she had never felt so good before, but also thought she might pass out if Cater sat on her.
“Not yet,” Cater murmured against Idia, the vibrations making her tense as she realized how close to orgasm she was becoming. “Wanna make her come, first.”
Her vision grew spotty as Cater focused on her clit, pressing her tongue against it and swirling the muscle around. “Ngh, C-C-Cater..!” she whined as her thighs tensed around the ginger’s head, orgasm washing over her. The assault of overwhelming sensations forced her to go limp as she rode it out, chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath.
Cater moved to the side of the bed next to Idia’s head, stretching her arms with a grin as she watched Idia, hazy from her orgasm, attempt to continue fingering Leona, who had taken matters into her own hands and was simply holding Idia’s hand steady as she rode her. “Ids, is your wrist okay?”
“Mm…”
“Fuck off, camgirl,” Leona barked breathily. “She said I could use her however I wanted. Focus on yourself.”
“Whatevs.” Cater rolled her shoulders, leaning over Idia to squint at the tablet hovering on the other side of the bed. “Hope you wrote me into a comfy position, my shoulders are all stiff… ‘Cater sits on my face and I almost suffocate between her thighs’?” The way she read the sentence was much too chipper and bright, but Idia was too preoccupied with recovering from her orgasm to feel embarrassed. “I can do that!”
She moved to position herself over Idia’s mouth. “Tap me if you can’t breathe!” she chirped all too cheerily before lowering herself.
Heat pulsed through Idia’s core at the metallic taste of the girl above her, and it took a light smack (that aroused her beyond belief) from Leona to remind her that she was supposed to be pleasuring her as well. She moved her tongue and fingers in tandem, growing wetter at the wet kissing noises from above her. Holy sevens, two of the hottest girls in school were kissing. On top of her. She would be happy if she died right here.
Cater was by far the most vocal of them, letting out sighs as Idia lapped at her and sharp moans when she unexpectedly hit a sensitive spot. Leona was quieter but would let out low grunts and gasps when Idia curled her fingers within her.
“Fuck, Idia, you’re so good,” Cater moaned, hand going to unclasp her own bra and fondle her breasts. Idia moved her tongue to focus on Cater’s clit, as well as moving her fingers to rapidly rub Leona’s, who was also letting out telltale groans.
Leona reached out to replace Cater’s hands, and mere seconds later, Cater came with a loud cry, squashing Idia below her as she spasmed. When she caught her breath, she lifted herself off Idia and moved to the edge of the bed.
Before Leona could climax as well, she caught her wrist and forced her to pull out. Leona’s eyes shut and she took a few seconds to breathe before removing her remaining clothing and slotting their hips together, legs entwining.
Turning to Cater, Leona asked, “You want in?”
Cater shook her head. “My refractory period sucks ass. Need a minute.” Her hand wandered toward her phone. “Mind if I record?”
“No,” Idia instantly shot down. “D-Don’t.” Her voice quivered; despite Leona not moving against her, the feeling of their pussies pressed together was enough to make her want to come again.
Cater’s bottom lip jutted out. “What about just pictures?” Idia shook her head. “Why not?”
Idia’s sharp teeth dug into her bottom lip. “I-I don’t like how I, uh, look. In pictures.”
Leona clicked her tongue, glaring at Idia with disdain as she began grinding against her. “You have two people fucking your ugly ass, and you’re still saying shit like that?”
“I don’t think calling her ugly’s gonna help her…” Cater chuckled, twirling her hair in her finger. “S’fine, I just think you look super sexy rn and would love to capture the moment, but whatevs…”
Idia could hardly bite back her moans as Leona moved against her, struggling to think coherently to form a response. Cater knew just what to say to guilt-trip her, and perhaps her mind was hazy from the sex because she said, “F-Fine, I guess pics are fine…”
Her expression lit up, but she didn’t pick up her phone yet. “Is that an actual yes, or are you just saying yes because I made you feel bad?”
“I-It’s an actual yes.” In truth, Idia did wonder if she actually looked good right now, because there was no other justifiable reason why she would be in this position. “J-J-Just… keep them between the three of us.”
“Duh,” Cater said with a grin, already posing and taking a selfie with the two in the background before changing the angle, getting closer to Idia’s face. She felt her cheeks heat up, praying that she wouldn’t take a picture of her while she was coming.
“Fuck,” Leona grunted, rubbing rapidly at her clit as her climax overtook her, gripping Idia’s knee tight throughout it. Her lashes fluttered gorgeously, eyes never leaving Idia during her high.
Then, Leona sunk her teeth into the flesh of Idia’s calf, and a pornographic moan slipped past her lips as her second orgasm overtook her.
Leona’s grin widened, and she turned to Cater. “Bitch likes being bitten. Don’t remember reading that.”
Cater returned to the scene, moving to Idia’s shoulder and biting down. She was much more hesitant to bite hard like Leona was doing, but the sheer state of Idia and how she was unable to hold back moans as Leona continued moving against her, biting into every untouched bit of skin in reach.
Idia’s brain grew foggy as Leona’s bites lowered to her thighs and Cater’s lips found hers. Her brain blue-screened; as Leona moved her mouth to her pussy, her rough tongue stimulated her in a way she had never known, and Cater’s impossibly soft lips pressed against hers in a warm caress, her tongue tracing over her utilizing practiced methods that blew Leona’s ravenous kissing out of the water. Idia thought kissing was just for foreplay, but with Cater’s lips on hers coupled with how her hands idly teased her nipples, she realized just how wrong she was.
With a loud cry, the knot in her core that had been tightening more than the others snapped, and her vision blacked out as the most intense feeling of ecstasy set alight her every nerve. She had never imagined in her greatest fantasies that she would ever get to feel so aroused, so pleasured, so attractive.
She wasn’t aware of how long she was out for, but when her eyelashes fluttered open, stuck together with wetness, Cater was smiling down at her and dragged a thumb under her eye, wiping away the tears that had escaped her. She propped herself up with her arm to find Leona a little further, sitting up on the edge of the bed, also wearing a grin.
Idia’s heart stopped at the excess slickness coating the lower half of her face. “H-H-Holy shit, I—”
“Squirted all over my face,” Leona said, crawling over to her. She made a show of licking off what she could before wiping the rest with her arm, chuckling in what Idia would think was an almost affectionate manner if she did not know who Leona was. “Good to know I’m better than camgirl, over here.”
“Hey,” Cater whined, though it didn’t contain any actual dismay. She turned back to Idia, whose eyes were darting around with panic. “You good, Ids?”
“U-Uh, yeah, t-t-totally,” she stammered, tugging the blanket to her chest.
Cater raised an eyebrow before tugging the blanket back down. “We’re not gonna make fun of you, or whatever you’re worried about rn.” She adjusted to lay next to Idia, pulling out her phone and opening the camera, which Idia was humiliated to find was full of erotic pictures of the three of them.
“Hey, I wanna see, too,” Leona said, moving to lie on Idia’s other side. Cater held up the phone, scrolling through the pictures, though Idia’s heart still thrummed rapidly in her chest.
She would need a day to recover from this. Or a week. A month, even.
Leona bit into her shoulder out of nowhere, causing her to yelp. “Stop getting stuck in your head, Radish Sprout. You weren’t half-bad.”
“Totes,” Cater agreed. “You’re pretty good at cunni, too! And you look super hot in this pic, see?”
One of Idia’s greatest fears was that she would make weird faces as she climaxed, and she had completely forgotten about it until this moment. Yet, Idia had to admit, looking at this picture of her with the back of her hand poorly covering her mouth, eyes flitting upwards behind fluttering eyelashes, hickies and bite marks and glossy kiss marks littering her gaunt body…
…She looked fucking seductive.
Idia immediately began mentally berating herself, but before she could get lost in her head again, Leona said, “Send me that one.” Idia’s face flushed, and she simply stared at the ceiling, overwhelmed in a completely embarrassed yet positive way.
Cater held up her phone to take a selfie with the three of them lying naked in Leona’s bed. Clothes were messily strewn on the floor and Idia thought she looked like a worm sandwiched between two goddesses, yet the light from the sun shining from outside indoors made all three of them glow. Leona pressed her face against the crook of Idia’s neck, Cater squished Idia’s cheeks with her free hand, and Idia gave an awkward smile that displayed her jagged teeth as Cater took the picture.
“Send me that one, too,” Leona said, and Idia suddenly noticed her swishing tail behind her.
“Obv,” Cater replied, and Idia heard her phone ping as well. “Now we have a gc to plan next time!”
“N-Next t-t-time?” Idia stammered, short-circuiting.
“Duh.” She was so matter of fact, Idia was worried that Cater had somehow mistaken her for Vil throughout this encounter. “You can’t be that good of a fuck and expect us to stay away!”
“Speak for yourself,” Leona growled, though her words lost power with how her arms snaked around Idia’s waist, making her hair flicker even pinker. “G’night.”
“What, no aftercare?” Cater complained.
“Sleep is my aftercare. You two can giggle and debrief with each other, but I’m napping.” True to her word, her breathing quickly evened out, muscles relaxing as though she was melding into Idia.
To Idia’s surprise, Cater set down her phone, flipped onto her stomach, and rested her head in her arms, facing her. “So?”
“S-So what?”
“How was it?”
Idia’s teeth gnawed her bottom lip. “Um, it was—it was g-good…”
“Just good?” Cater leaned forward, kissing Idia’s nose and making her cheeks pinken. “I need deets! Who was the better kisser, me or Leona? It’s okay, you can say it was me, everyone says I’m a good kiss—”
“—Me,” Leona interjected, making both of them jump. They were all silent, and Leona fell back into her unconscious state.
“How does she do that?” Cater whispered, brows furrowed as she gazed at the lion cuddled up into Idia. She turned back to Idia, a glint in her emerald eyes. “Good thing we were the ones that found your tablet and not anybody else, right?”
Good thing. Idia had been questioning that this whole time, but with the three of them lying there so serenely, Idia could not imagine answering in any way but agreement. This was the best moment of her 18 years of life, no matter how humiliating the start was.
“Y-Y-You liked it too, right?” Idia whispered, almost hoping Cater wouldn’t hear.
Obviously, mere inches from her, Cater did hear. “Ids…” She brought a hand to her hair, gently raking through it. “You’re really pretty. The whole modesty thing isn’t cute if you actually think you’re ugly.”
“B-But you two are so… and I’m so… and my d-diet is super shitty, so I p-p-probably didn’t taste good…”
“Radish Sprout.” Leona’s voice rumbled against her shoulder. “Bottom line: we don’t fuck ugly chicks. Quit overthinkin’.” An annoyed groan escaped her. “Now stop whining and lemme enjoy my goddamn nap.”
“...Yeah. Didn’t wanna put it that bluntly, but what she said.” Cater idly played with Idia’s hair, attempting to braid a small segment. “Are you more of a sleep-after-sex person like Leona, or a whole-spa-sesh person like me?”
“Um, I dunno… T-This was my first time…”
“Yeah, thought so.” The way Cater laughed was almost mean-spirited, but she and Leona had just spent the last few minutes reassuring her she wasn’t ugly and they didn’t sleep with her as a joke, so she couldn’t be upset. “That’s fine, we can see what you like!”
Grabbing her magic pen from the table, she summoned an orange toiletry bag with a red diamond pattern. “I have face masks, nail polish, star-shaped pimple patches—you guys are so lucky your skin is always so flawless, sugar scrubs…”
Idia couldn’t help but zone out as she rambled, though for what was probably the first time in her life, she thought Cater’s voice was pleasant. Leona’s breath softly puffed against her neck and her arms were tightly around her waist.
If Idia five hours ago was told she would be in a threesome with her two crushes, she would deny the notion of it ever becoming a possibility.
Cater tucked Idia’s bangs back with a cat-eared headband and wiped her face with a soft cloth before laying a sheet mask over her skin. She nodded toward Leona, whispering, “Let’s see if we can put one on her without waking her up.”
“Don’t even try it,” Leona grumbled, words slurred with sleepiness.
Another protesting cry escaped Cater. “You’re not even sleeping!”
Idia felt a laugh escape her, uninhibited and unhinged and cackly because did she have a reason to hide her real laugh from these two? Cater joined in, and Leona snapped at them for being noisy, only eliciting louder laughter out of them.
Thank Hades it was these two who found her tablet, because Idia had never experienced such reckless euphoria.